Water bar area.
"That person is Meng Chuan? Wow, he's even more handsome in person than in the photos!"
"Who is he? Why haven't I seen him before? Is he from out of town?"
"Zi Qin, don't be ridiculous. He's not from our circle. He's a young master from a wealthy Singaporean family. I heard he's only twenty-eight and is already the Asia-Pacific Region head of Stellar Investments."
As Tian Chengye's side gave them a grand welcome, the young people near the bar whispered among themselves about the newly appeared focal figure.
Very quickly, Meng Chuan's background spread through their little circle, drawing out waves of suppressed gasps.
They had only been invited to a birthday party. They had never heard that a big shot of this caliber would be attending.
For a moment, many gazes revealed undisguised longing and curiosity.
They were merely prospective heirs who had just begun getting involved in their family businesses, with assets at most in the billion-yuan range.
"What's the identity of that foreigner beside him? He looks pretty arrogant."
Ni Qingli shook her head with a wineglass in hand. "I don't know about that, but his status definitely isn't ordinary. Look, even Meng Chuan is being so polite to him."
"Those two are both so handsome. Do you think I should go make small talk later and ask for their contact information?" A girl looked eager to try.
"I still think Xiao Jing's boyfriend is more handsome, and he has more presence too."
"That's true. Tang Song has that feeling of a two-dimensional Male God stepping into reality."
As soon as those words were spoken, their gazes involuntarily turned in unison toward Tang Song.
He stood quietly beside the floral display, holding a bouquet. The profile of his face was deep and distinct